badinfluencegirl

i am not having a good day. in fact i’m having one of those days where the only cure is to grab a smutty historical fiction novel, wine, candles and a bath bomb and lose yourself in the bathtub for an hour or two.

it helps if you have one of those enormous tubs with a backrest. jets are an added bonus. the novel is required.

i read for a while and slowly my shitty day oozes out of me as i keep reheating my bath and i eventually start to feel better. i get tired of my book so i drop it on the floor beside me and lay there with my eyes closed.

languidly my finger drifts to my nipple and i flip through my brain for something to think about. you come to mind of course, always you. you are the curse for me because you’re so close and so far and i just don’t have any nerve.

my nipple rouses drowsily under my finger and i play with it casually as i lap my delightfully scented bubble bath over myself. i’m not really trying to get myself off, i’m just in the mood for some sensual pleasure.

god i love to imagine you, scantily clad with your fantastic ass and that impish look on your face as you dare me to do something. something i want to do but know i shouldn’t nearly always.

almost as much as i love to imagine you as you scream your pleasure from the other side of our home. sometimes you’re even alone and then i simply imagine joining you.

sometimes i think you wouldn’t mind if i did that, but then i remember that i’m a coward. i know i’m a coward just like i know you would be delighted.

i smile drowsily as i imagine walking in on you as you pleasure yourself. stopping in the doorway to watch and fondle a nipple while you shudder your way to one of your very loud orgasms before i walk in and place my mouth where you were just playing.

and i don’t have polite fantasies about you either. not at all. they’re so rude they surprise me.

i hear the front door open and you sing out “helloooo”

“i’m in the bath” i shout.

you walk in, of course you walk in, we haven’t had a lock on the bathroom door since we moved in. we don’t care who sees who naked. we are both exhibitionists after all.

you look me over as i sprawl there in our tub, one nipple resting forgotten under my fingers and drowsy smile on my face. “i was going to do that, i’ve had a day”

“crawl in with me” i hear myself say and you look up, equally startled but an impish and decidedly lewd grin is already starting across your face.

“i thought you’d never ask” you say and i blush. you take your time there as i lean up to add more hot water to the tub. your eyes on mine you slowly unbutton your shirt and tease me with the slow reveal of your torso.

we’ve seen each other naked before but we both know that this is different somehow so you’re taking your time and smiling a little bashfully even as your glorious body starts to show.

i catch my breath as you release the catch on your bra and allow your breasts to spring free. i’m still sitting up and my body sort of sways toward you.

you take a step forward, almost involuntary and i catch the clasp of your jeans in my hand. i unbutton them in that same slow way and gently begin to slide them down your hips.

you go commando of course.

i stroke the sides of your legs and you shiver at my wet hands as your jeans hit the floor. eyes still fixed on me you step out of them and my hands skim back up your legs to your hips.

i gently push your pelvis toward me and place one long gentle kiss on top of your clit where it’s peeking out at me from your neatly trimmed pubic hair.

you gasp, i shudder, you sway and i move back in the tub, freeing you to step in with me. you stand there, gasping a little at the heat and letting your skin grow accustomed before you come in any further.

i sit there, leaning back on the tub and watching you watch me as our breath begins to quicken. you quiver, almost imperceptibly and lower yourself into the water.

our bodies slide along each other as you come to curl into my shoulder. we kiss once and then twice. still without urgency although we are both reaching for our breath.

slowly your hand begins to blaze a trail down my spine, touching each vertebra, almost honoring it before continuing along. your fingers stroke the muscles along my spine as they arch and flex against you.

i turn further into your embrace and slide my hand along your thigh to your hip and then around you to the small of your back. i fancy that i can feel the ink of your tattoo there but it is simply inked into my brain.

my breath catches as you encourage my body closer to yours and my leg lifts to slide wetly across your own, the bubble bath acting like oil. our bodies are moving now, dancing together against the walls of the tub and each other as our mouths come together again and again, the hunger we’ve finally released owns both of us now and our tongues thrust into each other and we moan.

your hand curves along my hip and across my low belly and i shudder. i know where you’re going. you’re going where i’ve wished you to go for months now. i gasp and push into you as your hand slides along my well lubricated channel and you slide two fingers in.

i moan against your mouth as your fingers fuck me rhythmically and you place your thumb across my clit such that i am rubbing myself on it. i can’t take it, i have to feel you and i slide my hand along the crack of your firm and delightful ass and push one finger straight up inside you.

you moan and redouble your efforts, stroking me and adding another finger as i do the same. we continue to kiss distractedly but our attention is entirely focused between our legs as we mirror each other now. each one fucking the other with their hand, three fingers each now and we both bring our other hands to our breasts.

i, the one with the fingernails, bite into your nipple with them. i pinch them and bite at them with my long nails and you gasp and arch against me, simultaneously driving yourself down onto my hand and my inexperienced but enthusiastic thumb where it’s rubbing at your clit.

i writhe with pleasure long awaited as you roll and pinch my nipples under your fingers, your strong hands pressing them delightfully firmly and i ride your hand hard.

i want to lick your whole body but i can’t bear to move my hands from their current location so i content myself with bucking against your hand and mating with your tongue. your wondrous tongue that i cannot wait to feel on my body.

but not yet, right now is this driving urgency and i cry out as you stop moving for a moment, just a moment and then resume again, ever so slightly different and i wonder how it is that you already know my body though you’ve never touched it and i hear my voice but can’t stop vocalising as my body spasms and my toes curl and i shudder against you, inner walls grabbing your fingers and body pressing into yours.

i feel my body quivering and shuddering and your delicious fingers rest there, inside me and you pass that thumb over my clit ever so gently and i shudder again with a tiny little post orgasm orgasm.

slowly i return to consciousness and my eyes open and i look up to see you, in the doorway, wickedly amused glint in your eyes.

“is this a private party or can anyone join in?”